The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-08-09

eve must obey" Said Miss Lucy.
There was no help for it, and the I'M
fortunates allowed themselves to be
marched at the point of the musket to
the corn patch. Here, not much to
their surprise, they found rude cabin.
But they were not invited in. Their
captor had other plans.
Keeping his eye upon them all the
time, the wild man hunted for a couple
of heavy and clumsy hoes. When he
found them he motioned to the prison
ers.
Work he growled, sold Pedro
peon himself once. Now poems work
for him. Work or me shootr'
I'll die firStr' shouted Vincent.
"Oh, for my saker' screamed Miss
Lacy. Don't let that horrid monster
kill you. What would become OF
me?"
Enraged as Vincent was, he was
sensible enough TO see that it was his
duty not to lose sight of his fair COM
panion.
Now my poems, go to work." COM
manded the tyrant.
To gain time the prisoners picked up
the hoes and pretended to examine
them.
Pedro stood off. and leaning on his
musket watched his victims with vic
iouS twinkle i'm his cruel eyes.
'.My poems" he mumbled. "Pedro's
poems. Yah! Yahi'
"Oh, Mr.. Pedro" burst out Miss
Lucy, Historically, sit is time for us to
return to Prospect Cottage. Do, please,
let US gor'
Work! work. or me shootr' was
Pedro's savage response. Undoubtedly
this wild man of the mountains was a
maniac. Itwould be dangerous to cross
him.
What poor Vincent would have done
can not be guessed. but just at that
moment bird sailed over the valley.
"Shoot him. said Vincent, pointing
upward.
ugh! Can't Nobody hit bird so
nlgh,
81 can," boosted the young man.
A look of childish pleasure and curl
osity flashed over the wild mans face.
IF You kill him give him to me-" he
begged, in a tone of almost piteous
earnestness.
I'm kill him and you may have
him." said Vincent.
Pedro at once handed over his gun
with nervous eagerness.
..And now." yelled Vincent, Jump
ing in front of Miss Lucy with the
musket leveled at his enemy, "show
us out of here or I'll blow your head
off,
The maniac, finding himself thus
baffied and tricked, retreated a few
steps. Then, in fit of fury, be rushed
forward, but the threatening musket
caused him to fall back.
Pedro foolr' he groaned, shifting
his breast. Come onr'
The hearts of the two leaped with
JOY as they saw the wild man start in
the direction of the path leading to the
upper plains and hills, and they fol-
lowed without saying a word.
Several times Pedro looked back. but
each time he found Vincent ready to
use the musket at a seconds noticed
81 see Pegalos Peak!' cried Miss
Lucy.
Eyes. and Prospect Cottage is over
there" said Vincent. 'We do not need
our guide any longer. Pedro. you may
60. Make tracks, old fellow"
The Mexican looked thoroughly ter
rifed.
poor Pedrot' he howled, "you
won't rob poor Pedro. Give him back
his gum
But Vincent was firm in his refusal
and the crushed giant in the bear-skin
tunic dejectedly took his departure.
The pleasure seekers at Prospect Cot
tage were tremendously excited when
the amateur artists made their appear
ance late in the day minus their sketch
books, and looking decidedly the worse
for their trip.
In the midst of the clatter of ques-
tons and explanations the landlord
spoke up.
al never thought" he said, .'that
any of my guests would run against
Pedro or find his hiding place. He has
been known as the wild man of the
mountains for the past ten years, but it
IS new thing for his insanity to take
the shape of violence. Tomorrow I'll
get party to catch him and send him
to the asylum. He will not bother You
again"
All this was very reassuring, but the
tourists made up their minds to leave
the next day.
''It is outrageous" said Miss Lucy
to Vincent; "you know that last sum-
mer when YOU Joined our marty in the